Surrounded by trees and pink berries - a walk through Pecha Forest.

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The Girafarig was smiling brightly. "A dungeon! I'm in an actual dungeon!", he thought as he walked. Pecha berries could be seen in the trees nearly everywhere, and the spring sun still shone through gaps between the leaves, leaving some spots of the fresh green grass more lit up than others. One ray of light flashed Eljang in the eye, but he ignored it. Like a lightflash would ruin the mood for him, anyway. Focusing at mushrooms and bushes growing here and there, the young explorer tried to spot items.

Kari, still with a grin on his face, said to Ares "Yeah, This is a good place to train, the Pokemon here tend to be a bit hostile sometimes." If on queue, Kari heard rustling in the bushes near the 3 of them. Kari snapped his attention to the bushes and two Pokemon jumped out of them, ready to defend their territory.

This dice is not existing.

This dice is not existing.

He would allow a laugh to christen that observation, his bark-like chortle equivalent to that of a disagreement. The feral Pokemon here - if they could even qualify for being called that - were as passive and quiet as the wind that blew through the trees. If presented with the opportunity to say harsh words, they would most likely implode from the ability to do so. Their softness was on the same level as a downy mattress. "If they're hostile," he would say, "then I'm a Budew."

It seemed that the universe desired to mock him, for promptly a rustle was audible. The bushes, which were as full and lush as the healthiest oaks in the forest, would split open like curtains at an auditorium. Out burst forth the actors, a Budew and a Rattata, with the aggression of a rabid hound. Ares would give one look towards Tsukiakari, complemented by a slick and coy smile, before streaming smoke out of his nostrils and mouth in a Smokescreen attack. The black, smoldering cloud bubbled and exploded out, blanketing the air with a thick smoke that blinded attackers. Let's see how much that Absol remembered from their expedition gone awry.

Eljang was about to correct himself in calling the exploration a walk, but noticed the wild pokémon appearing. A Rattata and a Budew. Despite being so small and frill, they seemed to be ready for a fight. Eljang turned towards the small pokémon, looking down at the opponents from his long neck. As he was ready to fire a Confusion at the two, a cover of black smoke was laid upon the feral ones. The Long Neck pokémon's move hit, but it was hard to see the little pokémon's reaction through the smoke. "... Did I even hit?", he asked himself silently, as he didn't hear much either. There wouldn't be a way for the others to notice either, as it didn't fire at the two as a beam.